my past reads like
a history
book,
written by one who’s
never met me or
cared to
know
me
or sat with their own
pains and thoughts
long enough to
trust them,
one who’ll only read the
low lights on some
twitter feed,
++++
some loud mouth,
(other than
me),
claiming agency over
the life i’m told
i lead.
Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=
image at – https://my2ndheartbeat.wordpress.com/2015/04/16/like-the-birds-sing/
…gorged on twitter feed.
*just something i sometimes see.
You go, dude! THIS poem is as stinging as a bitch-slap!
Yeah, I often caution against posting my angrier pieces because the world sure doesn’t need more of it but some things are so beyond absurd, if you don’t hold them up as a mirror, it’ll just shatter you… if that makes sense. Stay well and have a fantastic Sunday. 🙂